the path of life
everyone has his own way
reaching there somehow
a moment in time
one step at a time
“I’m afraid I have something to show you. I was fascinated by them and bought them for our garden – you can open your eyes now…” I guided him through our house.
“Oh no,” he groaned.
“Don’t you like them? We’re the only ones in the neighbourhood who has them!” I tried to sound convincing.
“Not even if they were made of gold, they were so huge for our garden,” he tried to catch my attention.
“We’re always on different pages, you never liked what I liked,” I shouted as I stormed back to the house.
“It’s going to be a long night,” he shook his head slowly.